From all the grace of heaven

From all the grace of heaven one angel did fall from the heavenly blue. With a grace she landed, will all the tears of joy I may weep for her, none shall match the ones up which she landed upon the morning dew. With the light the guided only one shall burn brighter, that light which burns in my eyes for her. A seemly soft kiss, a sweet petal of a rose is no match her the pure softness of her angelic skin. Her smile does make all the angels jealous, but none shall hold a grudge to this heavenly goddess of beauty. The sweetest of all kisses I would give her luscious lips, with the gentlest strokes would I caress her hair, with the deepest starlight stare would I be lost in her deep blooming eyes. For now heaven is to earth, and a heaven embodiment walks upon the ground. With all the grace from heaven, and all the love in light I wish to take this angels hand, and give her a pure and loving kiss. From heaven I do receive and from my heart I do tell this angel. I love her.

---in truth i told her she didnt love me